Maree Makom

Translated
The tent of the Bedouin woman is set up on the
hill, below a fortified stone structure owned by a
man called U. whose tiny silhouette, beyond the
barbed wire surrounding his house, is inspecting
the tall man and the three women standing nex t to
him. Behind the four figures, under a long laundry
cable and an assortment of fabrics waving red, the
valley spreads out wide and open in shades of
brown and bright green, and folding deep into it
are also thin grey shadow wrinkles creasing the
dry earth from the head of the mountain to the
hear t of the gorge. The guests, holding tall glasses
stained by a residue of sweet sticky tea, are
listening to their host, her large body in a blackknitted
jellaba, her voice expanding upwards,
there, on the hill, many days before the sound
track of H.’s sober voice will accompany it,
staggering, streaming low below the woman’s
absolute cry with an improvised translation into
broken English in which he will emphasize the
moral and the heroic:
Video Recording Site
Al-Khalil surroundings. A Bedouin tent
Video Recording Occasion
1998. Production of a video piece by L. and R.
A Bedouin woman reporting an attack by a
settler (U.) residing on a hill overlooking her
tent
Participants
Bedouin woman
U. - Settler
H. - A resident of Al-Khalil and an Al-Khalil
municipality engineer, who is aiding the two
women in the making of their piece
L. - An Israeli videographer residing in Tel Aviv
R. - An Israeli writer living in Jerusalem
Before two nights, one settler, his name is U., came
from here, tried to attack this woman at night, and he
took his weapon, and said I want to kill you, but she
took a stone and she said to him, you have a weapon
but I have another weapon. If you try to kill me, I want
to kill you with this stone.